Okay, that's INSANE. Why does it matter when the fuck the bins are set out, as long as they're there when the recycling truck arrives at your curb?

Seriously. I can't even figure out how a bin is "late" if it's sitting at the curb when the truck arrives. "Late" would be putting your bin out when you notice that all the other bins on your neighbors' curbs are already empty.

WHAT I'M SAYIN'!! My sistah!

(Also, I don't believe for a second that some schmoe pre-drives the route before 6 a.m.)

I believe there's a schmoe who *says* he pre-drove the route before 6 a.m. "No, yeah, it's all good. Yeah. What? No, I wasn't sleeping, I, uh...well, I'm drunk. Yeah. Cool, talk to you later."

If he does, well, I understand Michigan city goverments are looking for belt-tightening measures. That seems like a good candidate right there.

So wise.

One of the civilized things about San Francisco is you don't have to race your trashcan to the curb at the asscrack of dawn.

We have bins for garbage, recycling and plant trimmings. You put it in whenever. The trucks come around twice a week and they've all got big jangling collections of keys that get them into the lower part of the apartment building to pull out the bins.

Its like having house elves.

One of the civilized things about San Francisco is you don't have to race your trashcan to the curb at the asscrack of dawn.

My first reaction to this was, "Yeah, you can just roll it down the hill...."

My first reaction to this was, "Yeah, you can just roll it down the hill...."

One way or another, it's probably ending up in the bay.

One way or another, it's probably ending up in the bay.

Nuh uh! Nanobots turn it into fragrant fluff and deliver it to the Build-A-Bear franchise.

Dude. If they had enough time to lean down and put a freaking orange sticker on the bins, they couldda picked up the freaking bins and emptied them.

On the farm we divided up our trash thusly:

• Stuff that we can burn.
• Stuff we can feed to the cats.
• Stuff we can add to the cow manure to be spread over the fields.
• Stuff we haul to the junkyard.

Still, I was happy to see that my parents now recycle.

Still, I was happy to see that my parents now recycle.

But then what do the cats eat?

Dude. If they had enough time to lean down and put a freaking orange sticker on the bins, they couldda picked up the freaking bins and emptied them.

This was also pointed out to the nice fucks at WM. "It probably took him longer to *write the note* than it would've to *do his job*!"

Father of the Year Award Moment:

Taking a snow shovel into your daughter's room, scooping a shovelful off the floor and saying "Go get me the trash can, okay?"

She's cleaning now.